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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou/Yamazaki_Sousuke
  Character:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou, Yamazaki_Sousuke
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Smut, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, public
      touching
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-14 Words: 4171
****** SKIP THE TELLING, LET'S JUST SHOW ******
by jean_huh_kirschnickerdoodle
Summary
     When Sousuke offered to 'show him what girls like', he didn't expect
     Momo to go along with it like this. Not that he's complaining.
Notes
     i am absolute soumo trash (눈‿눈)
     me: hehe yeah sousuke come in his--shit i forgot the condom
     riley: you should include that
     this is why i love you.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Beetles, beetles~”
Sousuke slowed his steps, looking out the opened double-doors as he heard the
voice. He grinned to himself at the sound of the quiet, mindless singing. Was
Momo on another hunt? Maybe he was looking for another Pyunsuke.
He closed his teal eyes only for a moment, cringing at the memory of the beetle
that had been named in his honor. He hadn’t had the heart to tell Momo that it
now resided in an aquarium in his room at his parents’ house. Sousuke had known
all too well that Gou would have crinkled her nose and probably tried to flush
his prized beetle.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched the orange mess of hair bounce,
Momo humming happily to himself. How this total dork could simultaneously be an
insect-freak, a noteworthy swimmer, and somehow adorable was still something he
couldn’t quite figure out.
“You know, girls don’t really like that sort of thing.” Amusement touched his
voice, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the school.
Momo let out a little squeak of surprise, nearly falling over. Sousuke did his
best to stifle his laughter, coming out a snicker-snort behind tight lips.
“How could girls not love beetles? They’re cute—just like the girls!” His brows
were pulled together and lips pursed in a pout.
Cute.
“What about Pyunsuke, huh?”
Sousuke let out a little chuckle, refraining from telling him that the beetle
was still in his care. “Yeah, Pyunsuke was pretty great wasn’t he?”
Amber eyes looked up at him, Momo pushing to his feet and moving toward him.
“Was? Was?! Is Pyunsuke okay?! What happened to Pyunsuke!?” Small hands grabbed
the front of Sousuke’s jacket.
Once again he had to stifle his laughter. It hadn’t been his intent, but
teasing Momo was too fun. And easy.
“Pyunsuke is fine, Momo. He’s alive and well.” Sousuke felt his heart warm at
the relief that poured from Momo’s relaxing form. The slender fingers loosened
around his jacket and without thinking about it, he quickly gripped his
junior’s wrist—large hand wrapping around it easily.
“Uwa?” Momo froze, looking up at him with confusion.
Sousuke held him close, eyes darkening as he looked down at him. “But you know,
I can show you what girls like,” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips,
mischievous glint in his eyes. “If you want.”
Momo’s eyes brightened, mouth pulling from a little ‘o’ into a smile. “Really?!
You will?”
Sousuke only grinned, tugging him up by his wrist and crashing his mouth into
Momo’s. He could feel the younger man tense; felt more than heard the little
mmph of surprise. He didn’t hesitate, slipping a strong arm around his back and
pushing his lips harder against the ginger’s.
There was a beat, two, three, four…
And then Momo was relaxing against him, lips parting softly as if he wasn’t
sure how to breathe and kiss at the same time. Sousuke smiled into the kiss;
he’d figure it out. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue between
uncertain lips, just barely brushing the silken surface.
He found himself pleasantly surprised when Momo’s only reaction was a heady
breath as he opened his mouth further; he was granting him permission. Dark
lashes fluttered shut as Sousuke tilted his head into the kiss, gladly pushing
his tongue into the shorter man’s mouth. It was warm and sweet and tasted
faintly of cookies—had Momo gotten into Rin’s stash again?
Sousuke didn’t linger on the thought, pulled out of it as he felt a tongue move
against his. Momo’s kissing was sloppy and inexperienced, but it wasn’t bad. On
the contrary, it left his lips tingling and stirred a heat in his core.
The taller man’s hands drifted over Momo’s back, slipping down to his hips, as
his lips worked against the other’s. His tongue twisted and turned, rolling
over the redhead’s and delving deep into his mouth. He could feel a weight
press against him as the shorter man pushed onto his toes, tongue dipping
further into his mouth as he sought after Sousuke’s with a new fervor.
And Sousuke gladly gave him what he was seeking. He buried fingers deep into
copper hair, holding his face close and slipping his tongue in and out of his
mouth, dipping and twisting and tasting. He sucked and nipped at Momo’s lips,
ignoring the wet smacking sounds it gave away, drowned by the screaming
cicadas.
His hands ghosted over Momo’s narrow hips, gripping into them strongly and
lifting him off the ground just enough to flip their positions—trapping the
redhead between the wall and his own body. Sousuke never broke the kiss, and
that seemed to be all that mattered to his junior.
At least until he slipped his thigh between Momo’s, forcing him unsteadily onto
his toes and a small, surprised moan pushing out to break the kiss.
“Sou—suke?” Amber eyes looked up at him, dazed and confused.
The raven gave him the smallest of smirks, teal eyes narrowing with amusement.
“You’re already half-hard, just from kissing?”
“I—shut up!” Momo’s cheeks heated up, fingers fisted into the front Sousuke’s
jacket. But he didn’t try to push him away.
Dipping down, Sousuke nudged into his neck. His lips brushed over the surface,
whispers of kisses and breath hot on his skin. Softly, he pressed closed-mouth
kisses against the tender flesh. And then parted his lips over the pulse that
pounded against them, suckling gently and reveling in the hiss that escaped
Momo’s lips and the way his fingers tightened in his jacket.
Sousuke didn’t stop there. Slowly, he slipped a hand up from the other’s hips,
fingers hooking under the edge of his shirt and pushing it up over his chest.
His skin was warm against his palm, muscles quivering as his lungs heaved in
his chest. Thigh firmly between Momo’s legs, he pulled off his neck, curving
his body even more to reach lower.
With little hesitation or warning, he moved his face to the ginger’s chest. He
pressed the flat of his tongue over his nipple, suppressing the thrill that
slipped down the back of his neck when a sharp, strangled gasp forced its way
from Momo’s lips. Slender fingers gripped into his dark hair as his teeth
gently tugged at the sensitive nub, lips latching onto it and sucking it
between them.
“How—” Momo’s voice slipped out, barely a breath in the night air and swallowed
down by a bit-back moan. Sousuke didn’t slow, simply pulling his lips off with
a pop before moving on to the other nipple—already hard in its anticipation. It
wasn’t the only thing. “How is this going to teach me what girls like?
Shouldn’t I be the one—ah—” His words broke with a strangled moan as the
upperclassman sucked particularly hard on his sensitive nipple.
Sousuke released his tender flesh, lips shiny with saliva. His teal eyes
gleamed from under his dark bangs as he looked up at Momo. A smile pulled at
his lips just before he moved back to his neck, nose brushing against its
surface.
“If you want me to stop you have to tell me.” His voice was smooth, just on the
edge of a deep chuckle before he ran his tongue over the shell of the redhead’s
ear. He felt him shudder under his attention, hips just barely shifting against
his thigh.
“But I don’t—want you to stop.” Momo’s voice was broken with a heady breath.
This time Sousuke really did chuckle, a sound deep in his throat, all warm and
smooth and sex.
“Come with me.” It wasn’t a question as he gave a quick nip to Momo’s earlobe
before gripping his wrist and pulling him along.
They had barely made it into Sousuke’s dorm room before he swung Momo by the
wrist, tossing him onto the bed and locking the door behind him.
“Wha—Sousuke but this—” His words were cut off as Sousuke climbed onto the bed
after him, lips crashing into his. Slender fingers pushed against his built
shoulders, easing him back just enough to speak as his eyebrows worried above
his amber eyes. “This is Rin’s bed, isn’t it?”
Sousuke quirked an eyebrow, sitting back on his feet and shrugging. “Rin’s in
Australia for a couple days, it’ll be fine.”
“But—” This time Momo cut himself off, teeth clacking as he shut his mouth and
suppressed a pleased smile—too caught up in Sousuke slipping his shirt over his
head to continue arguing.
His slender fingers slipped over Sousuke’s sculpted torso and over his chest,
eyes nearly sparkling with awe.
“If you say a word about cleavage—” Sousuke sucked in a breath as clumsy lips
latched onto his nipple. It was too much teeth and not enough tongue but it
still sent a shiver down his spine and a tightness into his core.
It surprised him, but he didn’t dislike it. Momo’s fingers dug into his sides,
lips working over his chest and marring it with small purpling kiss marks. But
he was impatient.
His fingers slipped into surprisingly soft copper hair and gave it a slight
tug, leaning in to capture Momo’s lips again. As soon as the younger man’s lips
began to work against his on their own, Sousuke’s fingers slipped over his
body. Down his neck and over his chest, pausing for a moment to thumb a nipple
through his shirt and swallow the little moan it elicited, before hooking the
hem and tugging it over the mess of red hair and tossing it to the side.
And then his lips were on Momo’s neck, sucking over the tender flesh until he
was certain there was a purpling bruise blossoming on the surface of the
skin—one that would linger for a few days. He ghosted kisses over his
collarbone and the meat of his shoulder, pausing when he noticed the light
dusting of freckles. He wasn’t sure how he he’d never noticed before, pressing
whispers of kisses over marks.
He was pulled away from the soft kisses with a small moan coming from his own
lips as he felt a hand push against the bulge in his pants, gripping him
through the cotton and palming him intently.
“Haah—impatient are we?” Sousuke smirked, pushing himself up enough to look
into darkened amber eyes. Momo’s cheeks were flushed, eyes turning away
awkwardly before turning back to catch his.
“It’s your fault.”
A little sound of mirth escaped his lips, almost proud of himself. “Yeah, it
is.”
Then he was kissing him again, smaller arms wrapping around his broad shoulders
and lips gladly parting for him. Sousuke didn’t hesitate to undo Momo’s slacks,
slipping them and his underwear down in one fluid movement—the redhead helping
kick them off in his own haste. Without breaking the kiss to look, he wrapped
his fingers around the freed erection, pleased to find it already sticky.
“Ah—Sous—” Momo jolted, hips bucking into Sousuke’s hand.
Sousuke only grinned against his lips, slowly stroking his cock and watching
the way his lids grew heavy over his eyes—bright amber turning to him and lips
refusing to say what they made clear. More. But this time, he didn’t comply. He
simply gave a little squeeze, a soft gasp pushing from Momo’s lips, and
released him.
Confusion flitted across the younger man’s face, but he said nothing. Instead,
he moved to the small table at the end of the bed and dug through the drawer.
He returned with a bottle of clear liquid and a condom, smirking down from his
place beside the bed.
“Last chance to back out.” He didn’t really expect Momo to run. He also didn’t
expect him to move to his knees and grip Sousuke’s hips, pressing his lips to
his hipbones and tugging at the waist of his pants. But that’s what he got,
breath shuddering from his lips as the underclassman tried every shred of
patience he had left.
“Ha—ah—fuck, Momo.” He scooped the smaller male up, laying him back on the bed
and climbing on top of him. He wasted no time in attacking his body, lips
trailing over his taut torso and down his shallow ‘v’. He kissed along the line
where Momo’s thighs met his hips, hands spreading his legs and rubbing over his
knees.
He pulled back only long enough to pour the lube into his palm and over his
fingers, not having a single fuck to give about it spilling over onto the
sheets—he’d have to wash them, anyway. Sousuke paused as he pressed a finger to
Momo’s entrance, gently rubbing along his seam and tip-toeing them over his
balls. The younger man nodded, swallowing hard.
Slowly, he pushed his finger into him. Momo hissed, pressing his lips tight and
stopping whatever movement Sousuke had in mind. He was fighting every urge he
had, feeling the way his hot walls were clenching around his finger and
imagining how good that’d feel around his cock.
“Hurt?”
Momo shook his head vigorously, copper hair bouncing. His cheeks were red,
blush seeping into his ears.
“Keep going?”
A vigorous nod this time.
Sousuke smiled, wrapping his fingers around Momo’s cock again. He stroked him
with languid movements, thumb pushing over the head with each pass—shuddering
breaths pushed from his lips in response. With careful tenacity, he moved his
finger inside of him. Slowly he began to pull out against his walls, hot and
throbbing and unsure of his presence, before thrusting back into him.
He watched the redhead carefully, gauging his reactions. He waited until his
lips parted in stuttered pleasure—unsure whether he wanted to bite back his
gasps or let them out full force—and for his lids to grow heavy as they watched
Sousuke closely. Then, he slipped a second finger into him.
There was more resistance, but it only lasted a breath before he felt Momo
relax around him, walls pulsing and vibrating as he opened and stretched him.
His other hand had released his cock, slipping down over his hips to caress his
thighs.
“Can you feel that Momo?” His vision lifted to see amber eyes, pupils blow wide
with fever. “Can you feel the way your ass is sucking me in? The way it’s
begging for more?” He smirked, letting his fingers be pulled in. “And I haven’t
even found—”
“—ah! Sou—” Momo’s voice was loud, a sharp, painful moan that caught in his
throat and pulled his spine from the bed.
“There it is.” Sousuke let out a chuckle, that same sexual sound as before,
fingers pressing against a small dense spot inside Momo.
He didn’t hesitate in pushing against it again, slowly rubbing and watching the
way Momo’s hips bucked and his thighs clenched against Sousuke’s, fingers
digging into the sheets and unwarranted, broken moans pushed from his lips.
“Sousuke…” His soft voice pulled attention to his lips.
Sousuke watched with surprise as Momo pushed his body off the bed, arms moving
to cling to broad shoulders as he crashed their lips together. A tongue forced
its way between his lips and the raven moaned around it, cock jumping in his
pants at the way the redhead rutted back against his fingers and the way he
nipped at his lips.
Fast learner, indeed.
He stopped thrusting his fingers, opting to massage that spot that left Momo
moaning against his lips, letting the underclassman fuck himself at his
leisure. At least that was the plan, until his neglected cock twitched in his
pants, begging to be touched, begging to come.
“Fuck, Momo—” He breathed against his lips, slowly pulling his fingers from
within him, grinning at the way Momo shivered against him.
Sousuke pushed his pants down, somehow managing to push them off and to the end
of the bed despite the way Momo clung to his shoulders and sucked on his neck.
Carefully, he pried him from his shoulders, appreciating the view of the
redhead laid out below him, muscles quivering and legs open for him.
Forcing his eyes away, he grabbed the condom and unrolled it over his shaft. He
reached for the bottle of lube, pouring an excess of it over his cock—watching
as it twitched in response. He then did the same to Momo’s ass, pushing his
thighs back and watching as it dripped down his balls and over his twitching
entrance—the redhead almost whining as it ran down his seam and pooled onto the
sheets below him.
Sousuke smirked as he brushed his fingers over one of Momo’s cheeks—finding
they, too, were dusted with freckles. Just as he lined himself up, he felt a
hand against his chest. He lifted his eyes to find determined amber looking
back at him, the hand slowly pushing him back until he was sitting on the
mattress.
“Momo..?”
His underclassman said nothing as he slowly climbed over him, moving to
straddle his hips until he was practically sitting on his hips. Slender fingers
trembled against his shoulders.
“Let’s do it like this?”
Sousuke only grinned, leaning up to capture Momo’s lips as his hands slipped
over his back. His fingers traced the curve of his spine, dancing over the
strong muscles and down to his ass. Teal peeked through his dark lashes as he
carefully pressed against his entrance, not pushing in.
“Do it.” Momo breathed against his lips, eclipsed amber burning behind heavy
lids.
He said nothing in response, simply sucking on the smaller man’s bottom lip and
then slowly pushing into him. There was a slight resistance as he opened around
him, a strained moan pushing from Momo’s lips as he dug his fingers into his
shoulders. Sousuke stopped, gripping his cheeks and holding him in place—head
of his dick swallowed inside his ass.
“Don’t stop—until it’s—all in.” Heavy breaths permeated his words, thighs
trembling despite Sousuke holding up his weight.
The raven nodded, letting out a harsh, heady gasp against Momo’s lips as he
slowly pushed into him. A harsh moan pushed from those soft lips, pleasure
leaving them trembling as Sousuke captured them and swallowed the
sounds—reverberations slipping through his lips and over his tongue.
Momo’s chest heaved, hard cock pushing against Sousuke’s abdomen when he
finally fully sat against his hips.
“It’s..?” Momo breathed out.
“It’s all in.” Sousuke’s voice was as much air as Momo’s, lips brushing against
his. He felt the younger man smile, and before he had time to question it a
gasp caught in his throat, hot, tingling pleasure coursing through him as the
redhead lifted his hips.
“Ah—Mo—” His fingers dug into Momo’s ass, hands gripping his hips.
He didn’t expect this. Cute, dorky, little Momo. The bug-freak otter. Gripping
his shoulders and climbing on top of him and riding his dick, broken moans
pushing out between them and slender hips quivering as his cock leaked against
Sousuke’s stomach.
“It—hah—” Momo wrapped his arms around Sousuke’s broad shoulders, fingers
slipping into the back of his hair. He crashed their lips together, humming
desperately against them as he lifted and lowered his hips, rolling them until
he found a steady pace, sucking him in and out of his ass. “It feels—”
Sousuke breathed against his lips, air hot and heavy and wet as he felt the
pressure building at the base of his spine. Little virgin Momo—how the fuck did
he know to do this?
His thighs tensed and his abs quivered as pleasure seeped into him. His cock
throbbed and pulsed, pushing against the hot, tight walls of Momo’s ass.
Fingers dug deep into freckled skin, not caring if they left bruises, as he was
pulled closer, closer, wound tighter and tighter with every thrust, every push
back of the redhead rutting against him and sucking his cock within him.
“Good?” Sousuke managed to breathe out, looking up through dazed eyes.
Momo only nodded, quick and shallow and desperate.
Sousuke grinned. “Good.” Gripping Momo’s hips, he pulled him closer, thrusting
hard and fast into him.
“A—ah! Sousuke!” Moans spilled from his lips in the form of his name.
“That—hah—feels—”
Sousuke didn’t slow, pushing hard into him, fingers squeezing tighter with each
thrust as Momo throbbed around him and pulled him closer to the edge. And fuck
was he close. He shifted narrow hips, lifted them in a way that would readjust
his angle just so—
“There—fu—Sousuke! Don’t stop—don’t—”
Arms wrapped tighter around his shoulder, neck, head, fingers digging into his
scalp and pulling at his hair.
He did as he was told, not slowing, not stopping. He wasn’t sure he could at
this point. Fuck, it felt so good inside of him. Lube schlorped out around his
cock, dripping down his pulsing shaft and between his thighs. Momo’s ass
throbbed erratically, tighter, tighter, each thrust making it tighter as the
redhead neared his own climax.
It was hot and soft and fuck Sousuke couldn’t even place words to how good it
felt, the way it made him feel like he was melting, melting, and soon enough
Momo’s ass would suck him beyond the point of return, pulling every drop from
him.
“Mn—So—I’m—” Momo moaned against his lips, tightening around Sousuke’s cock.
He didn’t need him to tell him he was close to know. He could feel it in the
way his ass clenched and the way his cock leaked, pressed against his abdomen,
rubbing against his skin, precum mixing with the sheen of sweat.
Still, he pulled him closer, trapping is cock between them and holding his hips
firmly against him. He thrust into him faster, pushing hard against that spot
and knowing the way he pressed against his body meant he was getting stimulated
from the front as well.
“Hah—fuck—Sousuke—Sou—ahh—Sousuke—” His name came out as a long, drawn out
mewl, broken moans replacing sporadic breaths as his hips trembled and his body
curled around Sousuke, cum splurting over their chests and dripping down
between them.
“Fuck, Momo—” He buried his face in his neck, breath hot and wet against his
skin; unable to restrain himself. “I can’t—fuck—Momo—” He growled against his
neck, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder as the sound devolved into
low, animalistic moans, thrusts erratic as he fucked into him. He could feel
the pleasure pooling from his core, pressure released as he came; moans turning
into heady half-hums as Momo literally rode out his orgasm with him, hips
slowly moving as if to milk him dry.
His chest heaved, jaw aching as he pulled his teeth from Momo’s shoulder. He
winced at the mark—it hadn’t bled, but there were clear, purpling teeth
imprints. Sousuke kissed the mark, brushing his tongue over the surface.
“Sorry.” His voice was hoarse, barely intelligible as he pulled out of Momo.
He slowly laid him down, leaning down and kissing over the smaller man’s
collarbone. He only took a moment to grab one of his towels from the railing of
his bed, doing his best to wipe both of them free of cum and lube and sweat,
careful to tie the condom and toss it in the trash. He’d have to remember to
thoroughly de-fuck the room before Rin came back.
Carefully, he climbed over Momo and crashed beside him, fingers mindlessly
brushing through copper locks.
“Sorry…I took it too far—”
“Please don’t.” Momo’s voice was a little strained; just a little rough around
the edges from using it in new ways. Sousuke said nothing, only looking at him
uncertainly. Amber eyes looked away from him, lips pressing together in an
almost-pout. “I like you! I’ve always liked you!” Momo exclaimed, honest and
unabashed as always. “I thought you were beautiful and sexy and—I always
thought ‘how could I make you look at me like you look at Rin.’”
Sousuke’s eyes were wide with surprised, but then his expression softened, a
gentle smile narrowing his eyes and pulling at his lips. He pushed onto his
elbow, leaning over Momo and pressing their lips together.
“I’m looking at you now.” His grin broadened as he watched realization cross
Momo’s face. It didn’t last long, though, as the redhead pressed their lips
together, swallowing his smile with a kiss.
He cupped Momo’s neck, thumb brushing over his jaw as their lips worked
together. It was a different kiss, hunger gone and instead just reveling in
each other’s taste. Sousuke wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed like that,
slender fingers pressed to his back and soft lips sucking on his own.
It was Momo who broke the kiss first, his usual grin back on his face.
“Wanna go again?”
Sousuke could only laugh, a light sound that fell between them; he pressed a
kiss onto smiling lips, answering by way of rolling over, pulling Momo’s
smaller frame on top of him.
End Notes
     ahahaha i really cant write pwp without giving it feelings at the end
     its just not in my repertoire.
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